A Zen master lived alone with his dog. They often spent the evenings playing together in a nearby field.
The dog would run ahead to fetch a stick, then run back. He'd wag his tail and wait for the next round of the game.
On this particular evening, the master invited one of his brightest students to join him — a boy so intelligent that he became troubled by the contradictions in Buddhist doctrine.
“You must understand” — said the master — “that words are only guideposts."
"Never let the words or symbols get in the way of truth."
The boy did not understand.
To better explain, the master called over his happy dog.
“Fetch me the moon” — he demanded his dog and pointed to the full moon.
“Where is my dog looking?” — asked the master?
“He’s looking at your finger.”
“Exactly!"
"Don’t be like the dog. Don’t confuse the pointing finger with the thing that is being pointed at. All our Buddhist words are only guideposts. Every man fights his way through other men’s words to find his own truth.”
This was beautiful and the timing is a gift for me. I have spent the past few days with someone who is angry and struggling…and quoting a lot of bible verses. It has been hard and your story feels like Grace…and soothes me. Thank you.
Wow! The signifier is not the signified - the map is not the territory. How often do we not conflate these?